THE LAND WHERE
IT'S ALREADY
TOMORROW
Tomi-San. Mondo-mori. Hara-kiri. All
that material.
The curtain goes up and I hear
someone saying :
'why you want to help the police
like that? they
stealing your soul! They eat you up
and spit you
out.' Excuse me; excuse me, let me
sit on this
chair. The world seems coming to an
end,
but it's only tomorrow here
first.
-
The assemblage of the aggrieved is
the
province of the precinct of
lassitude.
Nothing more than that ever need
be known or said.
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